Bucket Brigade

See these kitty litter buckets? Mom uses them as pots for her stupid Basil. Well, the upstairs next-door neighbors use what mom calls "mud buckets" for their tomato plants.
I do not know why Mom buys dirt, and I can't imagine why anybody would buy mud, but nobody's asking me.

Anyways, the upstairs neighbs got a lot of mud buckets yesterday. They were stuck one inside the other. That much I know because I saw them. But then the neighb guy started picking them up and dropping them on the ground. The noise was so positively terrifying I immediately ran away to hide under the bed.

It went on forever and ever. Dinnertime came, and Mom put out a nice can of stinky goodness for me, but I stayed where I was.

Mom ate her own dinner, and washed all the pots and pans, and I still stayed where I was.

Finally, when it was dark outside, and quiet all around, I came out to have my dinner in peace and quiet.


Then I sat next to Mom.

All Hell Breaks Loose

Oh. My. Goodness.

Saturday night Jasmine seemed so much better. Mom got into bed late Saturday night and realized somecat had marked her pillows and sheets. Sunday morning Jasmine left a stinky poopie in Mom's room.

Sunday afternoon all Hell broke loose.

First Mom ran the rug sucking monster all over. Then she prepared a little tray with crunchies, stinky goodness and water and put it in the bathroom. Next she set up a new litterbox with fresh litter. After that she put Millie's bed in there. Oh, oh, I could see where this was going.

Next was Mom got Jasmine and stuck her in the bathroom and shut the door. Jasmine wasn't too happy. I could hear her MEOWING all over the place.

I should have seen what was coming next. -I- got stuck in the sewing room with the door shut.

Mom's sister the Karate Lady was over. They had been talking about the ratty carpet in the picture box room. I dunno WHAT was going on, but it sounded really nasty.

Much later, when I was allowed OUT of the bathroom, I had to go exploring....


The carpet in the picture box room was GONE. (Of course, the picture box is gone too, but it was broken. Mom says the new picture boxes are FLAT and REALLY EXPENSIVE so she isn't going to get one for a while.) The furniture was all stacked in the studio and the table room. But that wasn't the worst. There was a big stinky black spot on the floor (hardwood, mind you) that stunk to high heaven of cat pee. The Karate Lady had had to open all the windows, and even then she had to leave because it was so bad.

Mom had to finish by herself. That was not how she had planned to spend her day. She got blisters, cuts, and slivers on her hands, and they are still swollen. The furniture in the picture box (oops, I mean "living") room is all moved around. She has to go buy some special stuff to get the smell of the cat pee out of the floor.

Jasmine got stuck in Mom's room with a tray and a litter box. (Which she hadn't used all day.) Mom says Jasmine's going to spend the next couple of days in the bathroom. Mom says Jasmine HAS to learn to use the litter box, or she's toast.

Toast? What does bread have to do with any of this?

Actually, I don't think Jasmine's gonna get toasted. She spent most of last night in Mom's room with her food tray (crunchies, stinky goodness, water AND some full-fat plain yogurt) and her very own private litter box. Did I tell you the door was closed?

I got the same treatment in the sewing room (but I didn't get any yogurt.)

Mom has also keeps the french doors to the studio closed. Anyway, in the middle of the night, Jasmine wanted to get out of the bedroom. She woke Mom up, and Mom let her out. The only places Jasmine could go didn't have any carpeting. Mom wanted to make sure Jasmine used a litter box, and the only way to do it was to keep me someplace else.

This morning Mom got up, and lo and behold, Jasmine had used the litter box in Mom's room and the litter box in the bathroom.

So it's looking good. But Mom says we're still spending the day in separate rooms today.

At least my room has better accomodations.